Classic Poem

Ah me! with what ardour I lov'd the delusion
Where Fancy mid scenes of futurity rov'd;
And the falter of language and blush of confusion
Betray'd the kind wishes of her whom I lov'd.

At length I possess'd the vain fugitive hour,
So wish'd for to close my pursuit and my care;
Smiles of favour secede to the stern frown of power,
She listen'd, disdain'd, and condemn'd to despair.

Farewell the sweet hope that still whisper'd to-morrow,
To-morrow shall silence those doubtings and fears;
With the winds thou shalt mingle the breath of thy sorrow,
And lose in the stream of oblivion thy tears.

Farewell the sweet interest, enhancing our pleasure,
And softening the cares we are destin'd to know!
Farewell ye gay revels—ah! dear beyond measure,
Though nought ye have left but remembrance and woe!

Unheeded the seasons distribute their power,
A stranger to life I exist but to mourn;
I feel not the biting of Winter's sharp hour,
And vainly the beauties of Nature return!